The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1887-07-23
YES, He DID.
"A Rernarllable Courtship.

| From the Ncw York Times.
Mr.. Doodovey Vellum was a tall, finely
built, intellectual LOGGING man of 30. He
| was head salesman in a large Broadway
publishing house. As he stood in the
store one morning, leaning against an
octave wonderfully-cheap- for-this. great
est-of- novelists- madame edition of Dick =
ems, he held in his hand the following
note, and wore on his face look OF the
deepest perplexity:
WHEN's WHIM, May 10, 1884.
DEAR MIR. EELLUM: Papa has at last
consented to your calling. He is very
eccentric, however, and insists that when
! you do call all your clothing shall be en-
tirely of silk fabrics. l hope you under
stand. In fact. he will not receive you
if you do not comply. | think you had
better come up on Saturday afternoon
and call in the evening, as perhaps we
can spend Sunday together. Sincerely
| yours, SYMMETRY WHEN.
OF silk fabrics. What in the name of
nonsense had silk fabrics to do with the
girl he loved? For he loved Symmetry
When, did Mr.. Nellum. He had loved
her from the time he first met her that
winter at a flat literary reception. This
means a literary reception in flat or
something else, as the taste of the visi-
tors may prefer.
Mr.. Nellum had for several years been
ready and willing to commit masrimony.
I'D i i
amount of money, and had been, like
many men, resting quiescent in the hands
| of fate Fate had been somewhat dila-
tory, but when she had nudged Mr.. Vel
lum' S upper vest pocket with one hand
and pointed the index finger of the other
at Symmetry When, Mr.. Vellum knew
come at last. Miss When was a large,
round, blue-eyed, merry mouthed and
tender hearted girl of 10, with those
dreams undreamed in her look and in
her sympathy that are SO beautiful in
themselves and 50 ensaving to the
manly heart. She lived on some small
spot on the map Of Connecticut, and had
queer old father, Vellum heard, but
for these he cared little. He was de-
voted to her and as constantly with her
as circumstances permitted during the
whole of her visit. He would have pro,
posed outright but for the fact that he
had never met her father that-to him
very important obstacle, Mr.. Unity
When.
Unity When was character. His
house was richly-furnished but quaint
and rambling one-story building, which
had been nick named When's Whim by
the countryside, a name whose eternal
fitness made it stick and stay. lie was
a widower of as many years loneliness as
Symmetry's age. He had two absorbing
passions. One was Symmetry and the
other was electricity, but which stood
first in his affection nobody could tell. Ii
was his hobby. If the former was an
alteration the latter was mania. Sym
metry herself could not have told which
interest was paramount, and if it was
beyond her ability it was beyond that OF
anybody, for outside of her he rarely
spoke to soul. He was little, thin
old man, with long white hair and eyes
as sharp as rats. He looked like Sin.
bad's friend. He was rich, deeply versed
in his favorte study, and suspicious OF
everything else under the sun except his
daughter.
When she came home from New York
and timidly limited that there was an
other man in the world besides hel
father, he repressrd his natural indigna